A/N: I shouldn't be writing this. But I will anyway. This chapter is a tad
boring, and I may not update quickly, but please R&R. I think it's in good
Pratchett style. If I have made any mistakes, please correct me, this is my
first Discworld fic. Oh, if you happen to like Animorphs, you can check out
my other fics, and please review!!!!! (Five exclamation marks! Nooo!! This
means I'm insane!!!)
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Out in the silent blackness called space, the Great A'tuin the Star Turtle silently continued on its journey. Being the only being in the multiuniverse actually knowing where it is going was a great help, of course. But that's not where our story takes place.
Look up, above the turtle. There are four elephants sitting on its back. But look up further still . And you'll see the Disc.
A young woman walked through the streets of Ankh-Morpork early in the night. Except walk wasn't the right word. She didn't walk . she floated. Of course, no one noticed this. Because she still moved her feet, they just didn't come within half an inch of the ground. The girl had brown skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. But if you looked closely into those eyes, you found something no one would expect.
She was standing in front of a house, looking at a sheet of paper she held in her hand. Checking the address on a piece of paper, she went in.
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Later, in the Mended Drum.
She sat down and ordered a drink, a Curly Temple.* She sat down at the bar and watched the current brawl. A woman, fairly young, walked in, and taking a deep breath, sat next to her.
After ordering a drink, and waiting a few minutes, the woman finally spoke.
"You're the new one at Mrs. Cakes?" she asked.
"Yes," the teenager replied, "you stay there too, don't you." It was more a statement than a question.
The woman looked slightly surprised, "Yes, I do. You're across the hall?"
"Why do you keep asking questions you already know the answer too?"
The woman blinked. This was not what she had expected. I knew she smelled funny, she thought.
"Here, let's go back to Mrs. Cake's. We can talk there."
The teenager shrugged. "Sure."
The woman left, leaving her whiskey untouched. The girl looked at her drink and shrugged. I didn't even get to pretend to drink it, she thought. She stood up and left, accidentally knocking the drink over. She headed into the Ankh-Morpork night as the wooden bar slowly dissolved.
*A Curly Temple is an Ankh-Morpork original, so named that the drinker's hair was known to curl** if it was drunk anywhere NEAR a temple.
**After the smoke cleared. Some gods are against 100 proof alcohol. ***
***Unless it is them drinking it, of course.
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How do you like it? Please review!! P.S. The girl is my original character, and I'm sure you can figure out who the woman is.
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Out in the silent blackness called space, the Great A'tuin the Star Turtle silently continued on its journey. Being the only being in the multiuniverse actually knowing where it is going was a great help, of course. But that's not where our story takes place.
Look up, above the turtle. There are four elephants sitting on its back. But look up further still . And you'll see the Disc.
A young woman walked through the streets of Ankh-Morpork early in the night. Except walk wasn't the right word. She didn't walk . she floated. Of course, no one noticed this. Because she still moved her feet, they just didn't come within half an inch of the ground. The girl had brown skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. But if you looked closely into those eyes, you found something no one would expect.
She was standing in front of a house, looking at a sheet of paper she held in her hand. Checking the address on a piece of paper, she went in.
***
Later, in the Mended Drum.
She sat down and ordered a drink, a Curly Temple.* She sat down at the bar and watched the current brawl. A woman, fairly young, walked in, and taking a deep breath, sat next to her.
After ordering a drink, and waiting a few minutes, the woman finally spoke.
"You're the new one at Mrs. Cakes?" she asked.
"Yes," the teenager replied, "you stay there too, don't you." It was more a statement than a question.
The woman looked slightly surprised, "Yes, I do. You're across the hall?"
"Why do you keep asking questions you already know the answer too?"
The woman blinked. This was not what she had expected. I knew she smelled funny, she thought.
"Here, let's go back to Mrs. Cake's. We can talk there."
The teenager shrugged. "Sure."
The woman left, leaving her whiskey untouched. The girl looked at her drink and shrugged. I didn't even get to pretend to drink it, she thought. She stood up and left, accidentally knocking the drink over. She headed into the Ankh-Morpork night as the wooden bar slowly dissolved.
*A Curly Temple is an Ankh-Morpork original, so named that the drinker's hair was known to curl** if it was drunk anywhere NEAR a temple.
**After the smoke cleared. Some gods are against 100 proof alcohol. ***
***Unless it is them drinking it, of course.
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How do you like it? Please review!! P.S. The girl is my original character, and I'm sure you can figure out who the woman is.